AN: Dramione. This is written for The Golden Snitch, Halloween Costume, Dress-Up Challenge. The Prompt is: Devil: Write about a character joining the Inquisitorial Squad. My School and House are- Hogwarts, Slytherin
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
Breathe In.
Breathe Out.
I'm doing it for her, for her friends, for her stupid little group that we can't join. Her safety first. What better way to get the honey away from the Queen? Just get the honey to the bear, then I can relax.
In.
Out.
I wanted to blame stupid Potter, but no, she claimed the group was her idea. They know they would've gotten caught before the year was out, right? But, yet, I'm the one sacrificial lamb to Umbitch. I have to join her stupid little squad, get my friends to join with me, and still keep everything about us a secret.
In.
Out.
..
I did it.
I suckered up to that old prude, spouted bullshit to her about its my rightful place as a Malfoy, and she sucked it up like a vampire on a pulsing jugular. What is it with Malfoy's and sucking up to the next, not-so-great thing that spits false proverbs about power and ruling?
What's so great about ordering school kids about? Most of us our still children learning how to sleep away from Mommy and Daddy, without our little nightlights and stuffed animals. Now, instead of focusing on my O.W.L.S., i still have Prefect duties and now this I.S. bullshit.
Better keep the masses happy and show my pitiful reign of terror. Like pulling two snogging teens out of a broom closet is a great thing to put on a resume.
In.
Out.
Shes worth it though, to see her smile after one of her meetings, to see her regaling her tales of how Neville cast a Patronus, or how the Edgecomb girl got her nasty case of Grangeritis.
It's worth every wasted minute I have to spend in that toad's company, pretending to preen at her foul bullshit.
In.
Out.
Of course, you would get found you silly, silly girl.
Bloody figgering FUCK!
She had to get caught, stupid bloody Potter had to use Umbridge's fireplace, had to have the meeting I told Hermione to cancel. Does no one else worry about her safety? Theirs? I only signed up for this shit, for her. And now, i can't even ferret them out of it.
In.
Out.
Gone.
Standing there, in her office holding onto Neville lightly, he had to stop himself hurting Crabbe for manhandling his Hermione. Luckily, her brains got them out of another tough situation and, now i have to freaking worry about her in the Forbidden Forest!
In.
Out.
She wasn't answering her charmed necklace. Why? She knows that I need to know, that she's safe. That she made it out of that forest after losing Umbridge. I can't even bloody knock on her tower door to see if she's there.
In.
Out.
The Bloody Ministry. They broke into the freaking Ministry on some "Vision." She risked her neck, yet again, over a bleeding daydream! I swear if I didn't love her I would be done with her! She could have gotten killed! Or worse, captured. She really didn't know what type of men those people were if she didn't even think of that.
If this ends up in a bloody war, I'm taking her and escaping the country, we are teenagers for Christ's sake! We are not some pawns to play battle with, we are not expendables!
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
She's safe.
I'm safe.
We're safe.